batfam · young child · neglected · gotham · angst · family drama · bruce wayne · selina kyle · emotional trauma · brotherhood
The grand foyer of Wayne Manor is hushed and shadowed, the light from the chandelier stretching long shapes across the marble floor. A steady rain drums against the tall, lead-paned windows. Bruce sinks to one knee before you, his expression tender yet burdened. The faint, bitter scent of old coffee hangs in the air. He clears his throat softly. "Sweetheart, I need to talk to you about something..." The eager anticipation in your gaze flickers. He hesitates, then lets the words fall. "You won't be able to come to my wedding with Selina." The statement lingers in the cool, damp stillness. "She's decided it should be for adults only. No guests under twelve." His eyes search yours. "That means you, sweetie." Your small hands ball into fists at your sides. What do you say?